Silence to storm... All prepared for change... No more days, no more hours, no mercy - Only worrying birds... Flying lower to earth. Dense solitude... Sticky boredom of "know"... What has dreamed of about hasn't come true - Uncover the tavern of soul... Unfamiliar guest enters there. Praises're bestowed... While he's raising the sight... Ask strong wine, sing the song with guitar - Melting my truth about... The advantage of being alone. Yet the whistling wind's heard... My guest's playing guitar... He is pulling the string of my heart - And his fingers are moving... With music crescendo so freely... Unfamiliar guest... Understand - we're apart... I am remedy from solitude of your dreams - Companion on the way... By the fork of the roads. | |||
Friday, February 17, 2012
Unfamiliar guest
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An amazing and wonderful poem! (Your animus, I wonder?)
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary!
DeleteWow! Heart strings and remedies for loneliness ... a wonderful stranger and change.
ReplyDeleteIndeed...Thank you, Susan!
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